^82 INDIANS IN THE GOLDENROD 



of the family blooms first of all, and another waits 

 to send out its flowers until its relatives are either 

 dead, or dying. But although the Goldenrods 

 have so many different ways of growing, there is 

 a certain look about them all that lets children 

 know their family name just as quickly as they 

 recognize a purple violet. 



Both Tommy and Philip agree that they haven't 

 time this year to learn the special names of even 

 the Goldenrods that grow in Grandmother's fields. 

 It is only people like Professor Bonn who can 

 remember them easily. 



When Philip looked out the window and saw 

 so many long sprays of Goldenrod he thought, 

 there is one, anyway, that looks like those grow- 

 ing in the moist meadows at home, and he wished 

 he was back with Tommy and me. 



In the next house to where Francis lives there 

 was a little girl and her brother, whose names 

 were Jean and Dickey Vaughan. They were both 

 younger than Philip. Indeed, Jean was only about 

 as old as Little Trudy. Philip had already told 

 them that he was afraid of nothing, not even 

 bears; and he asked them how many birds they 

 had caught by putting salt on their tails, and if 

 they knew the names of all the wild flowers. Of 

 course Philip was in one of his joking moods, only 

 these children didn't know that, and as he talked, 

 they wondered more and more. 



The second day Philip was there, and when 



